Diablo Destruction

"That...wouldn't it be too pitiful?"

Seeing Feini being dragged away, the kind-hearted Tia couldn't bear it.

"There is no way, that is the mission she was born to bear."

He patted Tia on the shoulder, sighed heavily, and added in his heart - yes, this is the mission of the Tragedy Emperor.

"..."

She nodded in understanding, but Tia's eyes were obviously still troubled.

"However, the adventurers here in Fanfan are really interesting. I have never seen such interesting adventurers."

This kind of trouble could not last long for Tia, who was naturally energetic. Soon, she showed a cheerful expression again, tilted her head, nodded her lips and smiled.

Oh, do you mean the chaos just now?

"I made you laugh. I didn't expect those guys to act like little kids." I shrugged helplessly.

"That's not right~!"

Tia smiled and shook her head slightly.

"I think it's because of Fanfan that they become like this."

"..."

I didn't understand the meaning of Tia's words for a while, so I looked at him in confusion.

"How should I put it..."

After looking thoughtful for a while, Tia finally seemed to have found the right way to say it, and lightly clapped her palms.

"It's the same as Fanfan's previous complaints. Although I don't fully understand what complaints mean, I can feel that Fanfan always exudes a very approachable aura that makes people unable to help but complain. .”

Tia finished speaking with a smile, stretched, thought for a moment, looked over with bright and bright eyes, and added one last sentence.

"Wherever Fanfan is, there will be smiles!!"

Vomit...complain? ! !

I was dumbfounded for a moment. Could it be that the final fusion of my tragedy aura, daddy aura, and protagonist aura was the complaining aura?

This is too tragic, bastard! !

After chatting with Tia for a while, Oona appeared again, carrying Green Forest Bar's signature dishes and Elf Cider.

Recently, the relationship between humans and elves has been warming up. Trade between the two sides has been very frequent. The fruit wine and works of art brewed by the elves are deeply loved by humans, and various creative supplies from humans have also been brought to the elves. With a lot of convenience, the meaning represented by these two small glasses of fruit wine in Oona's hands has already condensed the fruits of the good relationship between the two peoples.

"I'm really sorry for causing trouble to you two adults. Here, I can only do what I can do as compensation. All your purchases at the Green Forest Bar today are free. I hope you won't despise this insignificant amount. of thanks.”

After leaving the fruit wine and lunch, Oona bowed lightly. The maid smile on her face, even though it was still formulaic, was still very beautiful. She was worthy of being rated as a bar maid in Kurast by adventurers. One of the great beauties.

As for why I say "once", I don't know if you have heard of a saying - looking back and smiling, the pink and white in the sixth palace have no color. Ever since Feini, the stunning transvestite, has never appeared in many major bars. Comments like maid and beauty.

"By the way, Oona, where is...Fini?"

As Feini's copycat cousin, in front of outsiders, you have to show some concern no matter what. It's definitely not because of anything.

Gossip, watch a good show, etc. With this thought in mind, just when Oona was about to leave, I suddenly asked.

After a moment of departure, Oona turned around slightly and bowed. The enthusiastic temperament on her face and the elegant and gentle beautiful smile made people even think, "Ah, she must be from a noble family." "Miss, I have to work in a place like this because my family is in decline."

"Sir, please don't worry, Fini is still alive."

Still... still alive? This is such an ambiguous and terrifying statement. What does it mean? What on earth did you do to Finny?

Considering that the process is likely to be extremely bloody, and there is Tia on the side. Although she is actually in her twenties, her character is still innocent and bright due to long years of isolation. She still doesn’t know the most terrifying thing about human beings. The enemy was not the forces of hell but the little girl from the dark reality of the same kind. I hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the inquiry and stared blankly at Ouna's back that exuded a beautiful aura and disappeared around the corner.

Green Forest Bar's craftsmanship is very good. You can see that little girl Tia's mouth is covered with oil when she eats. After swallowing the last piece of lamb chop with sauce, I picked up the fruit wine and drank it carefully. Taste it.

There are many types of fruit wine among the elves, but compared to the elves who like elegance and freshness, most of them still stick to the glass of fruit wine that they have in their hands now, which has a lower concentration and a pleasant sweet and mellow taste. Of course, the so-called Lin Zi Da There are all kinds of birds, and the elves also have drunkards, and there are quite a few of them, so you can also buy fruit wine with a higher concentration.

As an otaku, I am not very fond of wine. These little bits of knowledge were all forced into my mind when I brought fruit wine from Kurast to bribe an old drunkard a few years ago. I hope I can bring back fruit wine that is more suitable for her taste.

Sip it gently and hold it in your throat. A fresh and sweet taste that can even make people feel elegant and sentimental spreads in your mouth and throat. Even if you don't like drinking, you will be deeply attracted by it. Fascinated.

Just as Tia and I were leisurely enjoying the digestion time after lunch, there was a sudden commotion outside, in the noisy outer area.

By the way, I would like to explain that the secret room that Feini made secretly is located at the corner that separates the outer area and the inner area. Therefore, sitting here, you can not only see the scene in the outer area, but also have a panoramic view of the inner area. If you hate the noise, there is a small magic circle not far away. Just pour a little mana into it to activate the soundproof barrier.

I have to say, this transvestite has very good taste.

Now, this good taste makes us pay attention to the movement outside.

The commotion that Fini and I caused had long since subsided. As Fini was hidden away by Oona, she never appeared again. Part of her bodyguards also returned in disappointment, with dozens of people cheering. The departure of people finally made the air in the outer area less stuffy.

However, although it is a bit far-fetched to describe it as just leaving the wolf's den and entering the tiger's den again, the scene at this time is indeed the case. The departure of dozens of adventurers did not bring peace to others for too long. The free space attracted some more terrifying guys than those dozens of adventurers.

Even though these guys I'm talking about are actually only two of them.

Two figures, one tall and straight, one can immediately tell at a glance that the other's profession is an Amazon woman, with burgundy shoulder-length hair and burgundy cape, both are so eye-catching, in the slightly dimmed bar. Here, her appearance was like a blazing flame suddenly ignited.

The other figure is just the opposite. He is only a little over one meter tall and looks like a short tree stump covered in muscle. Regardless of his iconic height or beard, it shows that he is a dwarf. .

Together, these two guys are countless times more powerful than dozens of adventurers. That's right, the Amazon with burgundy shoulder-length hair and cape that hasn't changed for decades is the old drunkard. The short, sturdy dwarf is the "former" dwarf king Muradin.

Oh my God, the two of them actually got together. Will Kurast be destroyed?

I slapped my forehead in disbelief. The Green Forest Bar at this moment, the moment the two of them stepped in, had turned into a fat and tender lamb being stared at by two hungry wolves.

"It's Master Kasha..."

Whispers from adventurers kept coming from the bar. Unless they were wild adventurers, who knew the name of one of the two villains in the camp, an old drunkard who was also the chief instructor of the students? It's simply infamous.

"Look, Short Winter Melon, this is the real difference in our reputations."

Seeing that most of the adventurers in the bar were looking at him with "awe", the old drunkard couldn't help but feel proud, not knowing that his current fame was completely based on negative information and impressions, or even if he knew her Don't care either.

"Hmph, this is the territory of your Adventurer Alliance. What's the point of being proud of being named? If you have the ability, go to my dwarf king's city and see who is more popular."

Muradin snorted heartily, with his large dwarven beard trembling.

No, even if you get to the Dwarf King's City, you, the short winter melon, will just get countless negative comments like an old drunkard.

In the secret room, I heard the conversation between the two people and secretly complained.

In this way, a current elder of the alliance and a former dwarf king of the dwarf tribe found a table in the outer area and stared at each other.

"Dwarf Winter Melon, you have been doing well recently. Judging from your moist face, you must have a lot of gems in your pocket. How about you, don't you consider greeting me, a poor elder?"

What an old drunkard. As soon as he sat down, he went straight to the point and asked the other party to treat him. His thick-skinnedness was simply difficult for Baldu to conquer.

"In Kurast, you are the host and I am the guest. Of course, the host must entertain the guests. When I have time to come to the Dwarf King's City in the future, I will greet you properly and without any ambiguity."

Muradin wrinkled his old face full of bronze texture and said with a smile, saying "Host and Guest", and then threw out the nihilistic bait of coming to the Dwarf King's City as a guest in the future, pushing back the ball kicked by the old drunkard. .

Don't forget, this guy is the old enemy of Farah, the stingy guy in the camp. His stinginess is outrageous, even worse than that of the old drunkard.

"If everyone has different opinions, it's better to compete." The old drunkard geared up.

"You want to compete with us dwarves in drinking capacity, you drunkard. You deserve admiration for your foolish courage."

Muradin burst out laughing. Who didn't know that all dwarves were drunkards, and the wine they brewed was one of the strongest in the entire Dark Continent.

“Boss, give me the strongest wine, big buckets and big buckets!!”

When two drunkards met, they only needed to communicate at the wine table. The impatient Muradin slapped the table and shouted loudly. Even if he had controlled the force, the solid black wooden table also made a shaky, mournful and trembling sound. It had been forged for many years. The smelted dwarf warriors are no less powerful than the barbarians.

"I'm coming."

Faced with such bad customers, the bar could only try its best to satisfy them. Young and beautiful maids brought out the wine jars like butterflies, and soon the entire table was filled.

If only those adventurers were still here.

The busy maids secretly sighed. Usually, Fini's personal guards come in a steady stream. The Green Forest Bar is the safest place in Kulastri. Anyone who dares to cause trouble here must consider facing him. The anger of the hundreds or thousands of members of Feini's huge personal guard.

Of course, these maids who were born as civilians didn't know that the two evil guests in front of them were definitely the most powerful bosses they had ever seen in their lives. Even if all of Feini's thousands of personal guards came, they would be in despair. Sliding away.

Seeing that the main course was coming, the eyes of the two drunkards were shining. They immediately picked up a jar of wine, tore open the seal, and took a big sip.

"Good wine, Kurast's wine just needs to be better." The old drunkard wiped the corners of his mouth and breathed out a strong breath of alcohol.

"It's good, but it's not strong enough."

Muradin smacked his mouth, his beard trembling constantly, with a hint of regret in his satisfaction.

Looking at each other, the two stopped talking, raised the wine jar in their hands again, and drank one mouthful after another. It seemed that they wanted to drink up the wine, which weighed an estimated five kilograms, in one go.

"good!!"

The adventurers cheered in the bar. Such a heroic competition made their blood boil, especially those adventurers who were also in the bar.

One altar...two altars...three altars...five altars, a full five altars went down, and the two of them took a breath and stopped.

Looking at the ten empty wine jars thrown on the ground, all the adventurers, including the maids, were stunned for a while.

Brother fierce general! !

"Huh...huh..."

Even if two people are the reincarnations of wine spirits, after drinking five jars of strong wine in one go, drunkenness appears on their faces, especially Muradin's old bronze face, mixed with the look of wine on his face, forming a deep feeling. The sauce is red and looks like an old pickle jar that has been soaked for ten years.

"Wait, I'm going to the toilet...the toilet..."

After finishing speaking, the guy suppressed his blush, held his pants and let out a scream, and ran straight to the toilet amidst the ridicule of the old drunkard.

Dwarves are no better than barbarians. Even if they can drink as much as barbarians, the huge difference in their innate physiques means that their stomachs cannot hold the same capacity as barbarians, so this result occurs.

"If you want to fight Master Benkasha, you short winter melon is still early."

The old drunkard muttered drunkenly, his smiling eyes fell back on the remaining jars of wine on the table, he picked up another jar, opened the seal, and started sipping it in small sips.

She couldn't lose this game. There were more than a dozen jars of wine on the table, but they were all fine wines. Even if the hundred gold coins she got from Lal yesterday were not used at all, she couldn't afford them.

Make no mistake, this is an all-or-nothing game that must not be lost.

He slowly sipped and sipped until half the jar was gone. Even the old drunkard, who was drunk and his brain was not very clear, also discovered something was wrong.

What about the Muradins? Could it be that he fell into the toilet?

Although the old drunkard was extremely willing to have this outcome, it was obviously impossible. With her drunken brain spinning at high speed, she finally came up with the most likely outcome.

Muradin is so old and shameless that he actually peed away! !